If she’s rescued before I return to her, that would please me too, the part of me that couldn’t care less about seeing her again.
Returning upstairs, I glimpse Miriam in the hallway, and follow her until I’m close enough to call her name.
She turns to me. Such an odd expression on her face, I think.
“You must be in the midst of things,” she says to me.
“Why do you say that?” I ask.
“The dark lore,” she says. “You’re all lit with smoke.”
“You see it that easily?” I remark.
“We are all open books,” she reminds me kindly.
“Well, whatever it is that you see in me, it’s the way it has to be now,” I tell her, as I understand what she means. “How can I be any different when it’s madness that burns in me?”
She nods with acceptance. “Of course, you must be truthful with yourself. I would c
